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Title: The olive fairy book
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales Folklore
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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s the end; what do you sayto it ? Wonderful, replied the farmer, and no doubtperfectly true! Well, it is your turn, said the bunniah. I am soanxious to hear your story. I am sure it will be veryinteresting. Yes, I think it will, answered the farmer, and hebegan: My father was a very prosperous man. Five cowrshe had, and three yoke of oxen, and half a dozen buffaloes,and goats in abundance ; but of all his possessions thething he loved best was a mare. A well-bred mare shewas—oh, a very fine mare ! Yes, yes, interrupted the bunniah, get on ! Im getting on, said the farmer; dont you hurryme! Well, one day, as ill-luck would have it, he rodethat mare to market with a torn saddle, which galled herso, that when they got home she had a sore on her backas big as the palm of your hand. Yes, said the bunniah impatiently, what next ? It was June, said the farmer, and you know how,in June, the air is full of dust-storms with rain at times ?Well, the poor beast got dust in that wound, and whats
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A LONG-BOW STOEY 69 more, with the dust some grains of wheat, and, whatwith the dust and the heat and the wet, that wheatsprouted and began to grow! Wheat does when it gets a fair chance, said thebunniah. Yes; and the next thing we knew was that therewas a crop of wheat on that horses back as big as any-thing you ever saw in a hundred-acre field, and we hadto hire twenty men to help reap it! One generally has to hire extra hands for reaping,said the bunniah. And we got four hundred maunds of wheat off thatmares back ! continued the farmer. A good crop ! murmured the bunniah. And your father, said the farmer, a poor wretch,with hardly enough to keep body and soul together—(thebunniah snorted, but was silent)—came to my father, andhe said, putting his hands together as humble as couldbe- The bunniah here flashed a furious glance at hiscompanion, but bit his lips and held his peace. I havent tasted food for a week. Oh ! great master,let me have the loan of sixteen maunds of wheat fro

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